A young man around twenty years old got out of the car.
He was tall and trim, with a sunny, handsome air about him.
"Who… who are you?" Holly Sinclair grew even more wary.
Having just survived a terrifying ordeal, she now saw everyone as a potential threat.
Even if this young man was very good-looking.
"I'm Master Townsend's apprentice. You can call me Gil. My master sent me to the airport to pick you up, but someone knocked me out while I was in the restroom. By the time I came to, your flight had already landed long ago. I tried calling you, but your phone kept going unanswered. You… what happened to you? Were you in some kind of danger?"
Gil rattled it all off in a rush.
Holly Sinclair more or less understood.
"Are you really Master Townsend's apprentice?" She still didn't dare to let her guard down.
"Of course." Gil nodded earnestly.
Holly Sinclair cautiously asked him a few questions about the content of their phone calls before she came.
